#though...part of me wants some of those pods to end up on the LL

[transingthoseformers]

Ok this might get weird but,

Headcanon time ! This is based on the MTMTE and LL continuity and will be full of spoilers for the comics (especially for a Rung reveal and some Luna 1 stuff).

Primus goes through parthenogenesis (the act of creating life and birth without needing to copulate or without even needing a partner). The cycles would be every few thousand or more years and in his body, he would either create pure sparks to be put in Hot Spots to incubate, egg-like pods with half formed sparklings or full sparklings, ready to be handed to creches before they get their mentors.

Even after the Adaptus problems and after having lost his memories, his body still goes through with the cycles. They are much less frequent, every some ten thousand or hundred thousand years and more just create sparks and less completed pods. Rung has no idea how he does this, especially since no one else does it. He sparked once or twice during the war but with the lack of resources, stress, fear and everything, the sparks were weak and didn't survive.

When he joins the Lost Light, he goes through a new cycle and deposits the sparks and pods with the others on the Hot Spot, releaved that no one saw or remembered him doing it.

(sorry for the weirdness, I had this floating in my brain for a while and needed to get it out but no one in my direct contacts are interested in that)

Oh fascinating, asexual reproduction is always so cool and it happening while Rung is on the Lost Light surely is going to have interesting consequences

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Can I get a scenario where the LL stop at an alien planet only to find a very injured and half dead bot. Turns out, this bot is Rodimus's S/O that was thought to have died in the war. When she recovers she turns out to be a very attractive bot by Cybertronian standards.

When you’d dragged yourself out of the burning wreckage of your crashed ship, you knew you were going to stay here for a long time. The ship was completely destroyed, communications down and you were in an unmapped starsystem, light years away from the nearest spacefaring civilization. You had a distress beacon but the odds of anyone even coming close to its range was almost zero. The planet you had crashed on was uninhabited, desolate. Nothing but rocks and sand as far as the eye could see. The only good thing about this hellhole was the fact that there was an abundance of energon so at least you wouldn't starve to death. Lucky you.

Your entire team had died in the crash. It had been too late to get to the escape pods so the only thing you could do was wait to hit the ground. The last memory you had of them were their frantic shouting and how captain had yelled at everyone to brace for impact. How you hadn’t died with them was a mystery. With all the injuries you sustained, you should have died. If not at impact then later, after bleeding out. Most of your armor had been ripped off, and what remained was scorched and warped beyond recognition. The right side of your body was the worst. Your right arm and most of your right leg were gone and the right side of your head had melted, exposing parts of your brain module. You didn’t have a mirror but you didn’t need one to know that you looked pretty fucked up. A part of you wondered what your conjux would say if he saw you. He always used to tell you how handsome you were. Would he still like you if he saw you right now?

Powering off your optics, you leaned against the wall of your makeshift shelter. Hot Rod. You missed him. How long had it been since you had last seen him? It had been so long since you last heard his voice, saw his smile, held him in your arms. Your thoughts often drifted to him. Of how he was doing. Was he still alive or had he perished in the war? You so desperately hoped that he was alive. That he was happy. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was Hot Rod. Such a bright mech, warm and passionate, like a flame. Ah, you wished you had made him your conjux endura back then. But you thought you had plenty of time to do so, that you could take your time. That you and Hot Rod would spend the rest of your lives together. What a fool you were. Life was more fickle than that.

A flash of pain coursed through your frame and you winced. You didn’t have long to live. Without a medic to fix your injuries you had been left to die a slow, painful death. Hah, and you always thought you were going to die in the midst of battle or something. Quick, glorious. You didn’t want to die like this. If you had the choice, you would fling yourself off a cliff and end it right now but neither of your legs worked anymore. What a cruel fate. To just sit and wait to die. But if you were going to die like this, then you were going to do so thinking about the love of your life. At least then you could pass away in peace.

For how long you sat there, waiting to die, you didn’t know. You could no longer turn on your optics, no matter how hard you tried and you could barely even twitch anymore. Death was imminent and you had accepted that. Cold, alone, you would die. So when you suddenly started hearing the sound of faraway voices you assumed that you were just hallucinating. Your mind was just playing tricks on you. Still, it was nice to hear since you had been alone for so long.

“-sure it came from here? Seems like just a bunch of rocks to me.”

Wait.

“Yes, I’m sure. The distress signal clearly pinpoints this location. Look around and maybe we'll find something”.

It couldn’t be. It was impossible! If you still had any power left in you then your optics would have been wide open. These voices, they weren’t just a figment of your imagination! They were real! Someone had actually found you. Your spark, that had been slowly fading just seconds before, suddenly flickered with newfound energy. Here! You were over here!

“Sure, whatever. I doubt it though. Seems to me that the ship crashed ages ago and killed everyone. Don’t think anyone could have survived that.”

No, you are wrong! I were alive! I were right here! I could hear you, you were so close!

“You’re probably right. Still, what a shame. I wonder who they were?”

“No clue. Anyway, there’s clearly nothing here. Come on, let’s get back to the ship, I’m dying for some engex right now.”

No! No, no, NO! You could hear how the bots were preparing to leave and were gripped by panic. Salvation was so close, this couldn’t be how it ended! Something, you had to do something! You couldn’t talk or move but you refused to give up. And so, in a last ditch effort, you sent the command to open your spark chamber. It took a few tries but finally, it opened up, indescribable pain shooting through you like lightning as it did. It made a loud creaking sound when it opened and while you couldn't see it you could imagine the light it gave off. The bots stopped.

“Did you hear that? I swear I heard something.”

“There? Behind that boulder! There’s light!”

There was the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching and then a loud gasp. They found you. Thank Primus, they found you. The bots started to talk again but you couldn't make out what they said as the pain became too much and slowly you started to lose consciousness. Not knowing if you would ever wake up again, your last thoughts were of Hot Rod and the sound of his laughter. Then everything went dark.

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When you came online again, the first thing you noticed was the pain. Or rather, the lack thereof. For the first time in you don’t even know how long, your frame wasn’t hurting. Then, there was the sound of machinery. A steady beeping, ventilators around you. The smell of medical grade energon. It took you but a moment to piece it all together. A medbey. You were in a medbay. Which means you were alive. You survived. You had been found and rescued.

Slowly, your optics flickered online. The light above you was almost blinding. Everything looked weird and for a moment you were confused until you realized that your optics must have been fixed. You had grown so used to missing one. Trying to move your limbs, you realized that your whole body felt numb, probably due to being sedated. Your arms and legs felt tons heavier than usual but you could turn your head without a problem. Tilting your head to the side, you saw a familiar back, one that you hadn’t seen in what what felt like forver.

“R-Ratchet?” you whimpered. Your own voice sounded unfamiliar to you. The bot turned around and just like you thought, it was Ratchet. Seeing you awake, he smiled and made his way over to you.

“Hi there champ. Didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” His voice was soft, something it only was when he talked to patients that hadn’t earned their injuries. “We were surprised when Whirl and Brainstorm brought you back and even more surprised when we realized who you were. You’ve been gone for a long time.”

“The- The wa-ar?”

Ratchet put his hand on your arm. “It’s over kid. No more fighting. A lot of thing have changed since you were gone and it will take some getting used to but don’t worry, you’re not alone.” You only nodded as you mulled over his words. The war? Over? It seemed so impossible in your mind but Ratchet weren’t the kind of bot that would lie about this kind of thing. But what were you going to do now? For so long, your mind had consisted of nothing but the war and- You gasped. Despite your heavy limbs, you tried to force yourself to sit up, only for Ratchet to stop you, so you settled for staring at him with wide, pleading optics.

“Ho-Hot Rod! Where is, where is Hot R-Rod?” Please Primus, let him be ok. Say he’s alive. Ratchet’s mouth twitched but he kept it under control and simply smiled at you.

“He’s alive and healthy, don’t worry.” Hearing that your conjux was alright was such a relief that you can’t help but sigh, closing your optics for a few seconds as your fear leaves you. Ratchet saw this and smiled a bit wider. “ Yeah, he’s fine. Still as daring and hotheaded as ever though. In fact, the moment he learned that it was you that we had rescued he tried to force himself into the medbay while I was still operating on you. It took the combined effort of Ultra Magnus, Drift and Skids to keep him from bargain in here and seeing you.”

You smiled at this and a light chuckle escaped you. “Can I- Can I see him?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll com him right away and tell him that you’re awake and ready to accept visitors. I have to warn you though. You were gone for a long time and some thing have changed and that includes Hot Rod.” You looked at Ratchet confused. He sighed. “It’s easier for you just to see it with your own optics and for he to explain it himself. But don’t worry, he might look a bit different but he’s still the same mech at spark that you knew all those years ago.” You nod dedand Ratchet smiled at you in reassurance before putting his finger to his com. “It’s me. Yeah, they are awake. You can-” Ratchet didn’t get the opportunity to say anything else though, as suddenly the medbay door were forced open. There was ruckus, voices shouting over each other and the sound of tackling metal frames. Ratchet rushed over to whatever was going on and joined in on the shouting.

“Release me! Ratchet said I could come in!” a voice shouted and oh, it sounded so, so familiar and you instantly knew who it is. Now that Ratchet was gone, you summoned all your strength to sit up and you saw-! Someone that looked kinda like Hot Rod. Except this mech was taller, slimmer and had just a more overall mature look. Ultra Magnus and a couple of other bots were trying to hold him back and for a second you just stared at this strange bot. But then his optics met yours and oh, you could recognize those optics anywhere. Bright blue and full of life. And that’s when you knew. This mech was Hot Rod. Your Hot Rod. And the moment your optics met he tore himself away from the bots holding him back and in a second his arms were around you, embracing you. “It’s you. It’s really you.”

It took a few seconds but then you were hugging him back. You leaned against his frame, so much bigger than he used to be, and takes comfort in how warm he is. Without any of you really noticing, Ratchet and the other bots left the medbay, closing the door behind them. You stayed in Hot Rod’s arms, unmoving, for what feels like an eternity but all to quick he loosened his arms around and leans back so he can look you in the optics. He’s smiling and you smile back at him.

“I have so much I want to tell you, so much that has happened, you’re not gonna believe it!” he said. “Optimus died, I became Prime, but then Optimus came back to life though I’m still technically a Prime and then Megatron decided to give up and stopped the war and now he’s the co-captain of this ship with me and Deadlock became an autobot and is now called Drift and he and Ratchet totally have feelings for each other and then it turned out Ultra Magnus wasn’t actually Ultra Magnus but a tiny bot named in a big armor pretending to be Ultra Magnus and we crossed over to a parallel dimension where we all died and then-!” Hot Rod suddenly stopped himself and just stared at you. “I thought you were dead. I tried looking for you but I never found even a single clue of where you could have been. I-I grieved.” Hot Rod stared at you and his optics told you more than his words ever could. All the hurt, the sorrow, the guilt. It was all so much. So you kissed him. For the first time in millenia, you kissed your conjux. At first he flinched but then he melted under your touch and kissed you back. Your arms circled around his neck, pulling him closer. And when you finally broke the kiss, Hot Rod looked upon you with nothing but love and joy. “I missed you.”

You smiled at him, bumping your forehead against his. “I miss you too.” Together you held each other in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence. Until suddenly the medbay doors were opened again. Both of you looked up. A one-eyed, blue bot stood there with more bots behind him, staring at you. The one-eyed bot let out what sounded like a long whistle. “Wow Rodimus, you didn’t tell us your conjux was such a hot piece of aft!” Someone immediately started yelling at the bot and Hot Rod sighed.

“I should have guessed something like this would happen” he said while facepalming. Meanwhile you just sat there, confused as hell. Who the fuck was Rodimus?

[themclbird]

Missing Excitement - Castiel x Candy Mildly NSFW

I’m back again. Not sure how long I’ll be back for. My last few attempts at returning to my writing on this blog haven’t gone well, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. Although I’m not certain, I think that the reason for this is that the requests I’ve received aren’t things that are inspiring me. Even when I make lists for people to choose from I’m not inspired. Attempting to please everyone in the fandom is what lead me to my big breaks (along with many personal and life issues) here and I don’t want to run into that again. I’m the one at fault in this situation and I apologise for raising the hopes of those who requested drabbles from me that I never followed through on.

With all that being said, onto the drabble below the cut. This isn’t a request. No one asked for this. But, for now I won’t be taking requests. All my writing (no matter how few and far between) will be pieces that I’m inspired personally to write. Nothing that I feel I have to write because someone else asked for it. If you still want to read it, this drabble is a gif-inspired piece between Candy and Castiel. There is no set “time” for it. So picture it as HSL, UL, LL (even though that hasn’t been released yet) or something completely distant from canon.

Being with Castiel was easy. That’s what Candy had always thought. Of course there were imperfect moments. Life is full of them. That didn’t stop how simple things felt when it came to her and Castiel. The two of them were two peas in a pod. Two alley cats against a world purebreds. Two dreamers surrounded by people of logic and reason.

Without him, she felt lost. She felt alone. He brightened her world, and she did the same for him. It was only natural that the two found each other. It was expected that once they did, things would develop into more than friendship. It simply made sense that Candy would feel comfortable to expose every part of her being to this impulsive and passionate boy with whom she shared so much.

Over their time together, it became common for Candy to show herself to him. For their times alone to include very little clothing. And despite how perfect it all felt, how much like being with a soulmate it seemed, Candy couldn’t help but feel as though some of the magic was lost. Excitement wasn’t there anymore. Him walking around without a shirt on was normal. Her taking off her bra at the end of the day and dropping it to the floor wasn’t anything special. It was nothing more than how they were with each other.

Candy missed the excitement. She wanted to show him that he was still something special to behold. She wanted him to show her that she was still the same goddess he had lead her to believe he saw her as when they first got together. It wasn’t asking for too much, it just needed a plan.

The plan she hatched involved Castiel walking through the house without his shirt on while she remained fully clothed. Whenever he saw that she was fully dressed while he was half-naked always lead to that raise of his eyebrow that had her knees turning to jelly. But, she had to push through it. This wasn’t a time when he would seduce her. No. It was to be the other way around. She couldn’t let Castiel see that his eyebrows got to her.

Placing her hands on his bare chest, Candy began to push. Forcing him to take step after step backwards. Being blindly lead to where Candy wanted him. Until the back of his legs hit the couch and he was sent down onto his back. Amused grin spreading across his face as Candy straddled his waist.

A moment was spent with her moving her hips. Adjusting herself on top of his jean-clad crotch as she got comfortable. Castiel’s hands immediately going to her waist as that glimmer of lust snuck into his eyes. But, before he could take it further, her own hands held his, guiding them to above his head, “No touching,” were the first words she told him. This wasn’t a situation where she wanted him to take control. It was meant to be about her and what she could do to him. About what she could do for him.

Before she sat back up straight, her hands ran down his outstretched arms. Feeling the muscles beneath his skin. Kissing his cheek once. Stretching her back straight. Pushing out her chest that he always mocked for being much smaller than it was in reality. Her fingers rested on his flat stomach. Looking over him. Admiring the body that she had allowed herself to become accustomed to. Relearning it, searching for divots and marks that she hadn’t noticed before.

Castiel rested his head on his hand. Tilting it to the side as he watched her every move. “What are we doing here?” One of his attractive and downright sexy laughs was resting right on the tip of his tongue. Threatening to slip out.

Candy didn’t respond. Not in words. Instead her hands left him and went to the hem of her sweater. Lifting the fabric up and over her head. Revealing to him a black bra that he had bought for her birthday a month ago.

As the sweater fell to the ground beside the couch, Candy’s hands went to her own body. With light touches running over her skin. Teasing herself for Castiel to watch. Occasionally her hips would roll. Feeling him beneath her. Knowing that despite the calm but amused expression on his face, what was underneath his jeans couldn’t hide the excitement that was growing within him.

Eventually her hands made their way around to her back and to the band of her bra. Undoing the clasps and allowing the black fabric to fall away. Her upper half completely revealed to him in a way that although still casual, was far more sensual than those nights that she would choose to curl up into bed naked with him. Not for anything sexual, but rather to feel his bare skin against her own. This time, there was the promise of something sexual resting on the horizon.

The silence was building between them as Candy continued to feel herself above Castiel. His eyes bearing into her, not wanting to miss a second. It was becoming unbearable for both of them. Each wanting to move to the next part of this day, but not wanting to skip of the moment.

Candy’s voice was quiet when she said, “I want you to worship me.” Knowing that doing so would take them to the next stage. It would end this quiet and deeply intimate moment between them that they hadn’t experienced for a long time.

And she was right.

Those six words were all it took for Castiel to jump to action. Forgetting about Candy’s request to not touch, and showing her each and every inch of her body that he loved without restraint.

[forkanna]

[AO3] [WATTPAD] [QUOTEV]

NOTE: I try not to get too serious in my notes, but I wanted to take this brief moment to say I hope everyone will give their time and efforts to a few petitions for racial justice in the USA. Donate if you have money, and attend peaceful protests if you have the time and access and are able. We all deserve peace and prosperity, not poverty and inequality. Thank you. Now on with our regularly scheduled smut.

CHAPTER FOUR

Breakfast at the Amagi Inn was a rare treat Chie had not enjoyed in a long time. They had stayed over at each other's houses when they were little quite often, but that had become a bit more rare the past few years. It just wasn't "adult" to have sleepovers. That seemed like a shame, because it was a wonderful way to ensure that you got more than a few passing hours with a friend, but social stigmas are more powerful than anyone wants to give them credit for.

Luckily, the group had gone into the TV to save Yukiko on a Saturday night, so they had all of Sunday to rest and recuperate. The two of them idly walked around the halls in their slippers, smiling and casting sheepishly delighted glances at each other. Conversations remained on light topics like the weather and upcoming exams, the inn, and Chie's dog, Muku. They knew they were in public so that was the best they could do.

They eventually returned to Yukiko's room for a nap. Mrs. Amagi was aware that she had been kidnapped, even if she withheld the truth of the details, so they were allowed to relax and recover. However…

"I can't sleep."

Chie rolled over to face her girlfriend. They had never bothered to get a second futon, so they were snug as two peas in a pod again. "Me, either. But I am tired and don't wanna get up and do anything yet."

"Yeah." Glancing over at her, Yukiko fiddled with her hands under the blanket; Chie could see the bump moving around. "Um… can we…"

"Can we what?" Chie asked.

"K-kiss."

"Oh." Her cheeks were already heating up, but she cleared her throat to give herself an excuse for it. "Y-you want to? Like, for real, not just because we're losing it and can't figure out how to deal with our emotions?"

"Yes, for real," she chuckled softly. "But it's alright, you don't have to if it's too strange."

"Wait! I didn't mean I… wh-what I'm saying is, I do. I want to."

Yukiko's small smile vanished amid her surprise. "Oh. Really? Wow… I'm… that still surprises me. But I'm happy."

"Yeah?" As if to suddenly prove she meant it, she leaned down and pecked her on the cheek. "Well, that one's just for starters."

"Oh, is it?" Another got her sighing and closing her eyes. "Chie…"

That opened the floodgates for a lot more. Though she never would have thought herself capable of such displays of romance, even with a boy much less another girl, Chie found she couldn't seem to stop now that they had pushed through all their reservations — including those thrust upon them by a homogenous, somewhat-conservative Japanese society. Fuck what anyone else thought; they needed to take care of themselves. Be true to their inner feelings.

Which, apparently… were a lot stronger than either of them realised. The next thing she knew, Yukiko was on top of her body, and Chie was clutching at her back as their tongues began to hesitantly search each other out, little half-heard hums accompanying the actions. This was crazy! Wasn't somebody going to stop them? Where was Yosuke with a lewd comment to shame them out of continuing? Where was Yu with a firehose?!

"O-oh," Yukiko groaned when they parted, leaning her forehead against the side of Chie's once she had turned aside to catch her own breath. "That was…"

"Amazing! I've never… God, I'm in shock!"

"That too! But I was going to say 'that was your tongue, wasn't it?'"

Somehow flushing even darker than she had been seconds before, Chie cleared her throat so she could say in a voice that was still hoarse, "I… um… sorry about that! Man, I just got so into this, I don't even know what I was-"

"I didn't say I disliked it," she whispered, kissing Chie's neck and making her shiver all over. "You did surprise me, but I liked it. A lot."

"Oh. Well, uh… that's great! Right?"

"Yeah."

"Can… I do it again?"

"Yeah. Please."

The next several minutes of kisses were a blur as they rolled over again, Chie pushing her down into the futon. She knew she was turned on; had been since the moment their lips met, and the heat only blazed stronger in the time since. What about Yukiko? They really did seem to be in sync so she had a feeling the answer would be "yes", but she still felt such overwhelming disbelief that they were doing any of this in the first place that making assumptions seemed like a one-way ticket to disaster.

"Chie, I…"

"Yes?" she gasped as she drew back from her neck, having left a red spot on her pale skin.

"I feel… like I want to… find out what it's like." When her friend's hazel eyes moved into position to look into hers, Yukiko's darker ones averted. "To f-feel what my shadow felt yours doing to her."

The bottom dropped out of her stomach. "Oh shit. I m-mean, you want me to… with my hand?"

"Is it disgusting? I thought I was a good girl, but I'm asking for something like-"

"No way! Hey, you are good — you're so good, okay?" Her hand drifted up to pet along the side of Yukiko's head, and she leaned into the touch as if starving for it. "I'm just… surprised! Like, I never thought we'd both… y'know?"

Her cheeks were still rosy, but at least she could smile now. "I know. Goodness, this is all so new, a-and I keep expecting you to react how I would have reacted to the same thing. Before… yesterday."

"Yeah. Me, too, even though I… th-the porn."

"You still have to show me some of it," she chuckled while petting down to Chie's ass. When its owner froze in place, she asked, "Is this too much?"

"NO! I m-mean, um, no, it's fine. Just new." She flexed the muscles under Yukiko's fingertips and earned a little gasp from her.

"It's so strong!"

Laughing, she whispered, "I work out."

"Well… y-yes, I know. And you train all the time." Another flex, and she wound up humming her obvious interest. "I think… I like that. Do it again." She did. "Ah!"

"Feels really good," Chie admitted, biting her lip as she shifted her hips under the touch. When the fingers moved down and then back up again, underneath the fabric this time, she shivered and closed her eyes. "Yuki-chan…"

For a few seconds, nothing was said. The words wouldn't have been good enough, anyway; they knew what they wanted to say but not how to say it. And the sentiment would have been redundant in a lot of areas. Gooseflesh sprang into being as she felt those delicate fingertips ghosting over the cheek, down to her thigh and back up again. Another few strokes, and they began to move around to her hip.

"I thought you wanted me to go first," Chie laughed breathily, both excited and terrified of Yukiko going further.

"I did. But then you acted so…" She shrugged her shoulder, unable to come up with an end to that thought. "Do you want me to stop?"

"N-nah. Crazy as it is… I really do want you to keep going. I-if you want."

Instead of responding with words, Yukiko moved her fingers further around, sliding through Chie's thatch of fur. Even just that prompted a gasp and a groan of need from her that she felt so beyond embarrassed at hearing that come from her own throat. She hadn't even been touched yet! This was just foreplay!

This was foreplay. All at once, the thought smacked her full force: she was about to lose her virginity. To a woman! Her best friend!

"O-okay," Yukiko warned her in a soft, anxious tone. Apparently, she was thinking along the same lines. "This is it, I'm… I'm going further if you're ready."

"Yes." Licking her lips, Chie widened her stance, and even though her pulse was thundering in her ears and her stomach was tied in knots, she smiled down at her friend and whispered, "I want it. Want you to be the one, I… can't imagine it being anybody else."

Nodding firmly, as if steeling her determination before riding into battle, Yukiko allowed her fingers to press a little further down…

And pleasure exploded within Chie. It was so blinding that for a few seconds, she couldn't fully connect it to the point of contact. Where was she, and what had she been doing up until now? As the moment slowly filtered back to her, she saw a concerned Yukiko gazing up at her, as if desperately hoping she wasn't making a huge mistake, wasn't hurting her best friend by trying something she had absolutely no experience with.

"Yuki-chan… mhhh…"

That seemed to reassure her somewhat. With a whispered "Chie", she started in a little more firmly, moving the fingers instead of just pressing them against damp flesh as she had been. Her first instinct was to pull away hard, but she fought that off and listened to the second one — which begged for more of this, to push her hips down into the waiting fingers as she gasped out in sheer ecstasy.

"Am I doing this right?" Yukiko asked a minute or two later, still teasing up and down.

"How should I know?! It feels pretty… oh GOD, nnhh! Yes!"

"Chie!" she gasped in mingling alarm and shock. "Th-that sounds so obscene!"

"What we're doing is obscene, so I th-think it's… it's fine!" Her lips pushed down against Yukiko's cheek as she rolled her hips into the contact over and over. "Oh shit… this was what I've been missing out on?"

The young innkeeper-in-training was flushed scarlet, and could barely whisper, "It's good? Really? You like it when I do this? Because… I like doing it for you."

"You do?!"

"Yes! If I can make you feel good, then there's nothing else I would rather be doing." Her fingers became even bolder, firmer, making sure to caress every last inch of Chie's aching need. "And the way you sound…"

A little worried, she asked, "God, is it weird? Do I sound stupid?"

"No. You sound really… hot."

"What?!" Taken aback, she covered her mouth with her hand for a moment, even as the rest of her body was concentrating on riding that beautifully punishing hand.

"Don't cover that up; I love hearing you." Chie lowered the hand, beginning to moan. Yukiko's smile was fragile but wide. "Wow… I can't believe I can help you feel like this…"

After that, Chie lost track of time again. Yukiko's hand only seemed to grow more and more sure of itself, to find new ways to pleasure her as she practiced. And she became aware of something else: the heat was beginning to build. Somehow, she had expected to simply enjoy this level until the activity stopped, but it was growing hotter and hotter with each passing second. And she knew eventually, if they didn't stop, according to everything she had heard…

"Yuki! I… nnhh, I'm gonna… oh my GOD!"

"You're gonna what?" Clearly afraid, her eyes jerked up to her friend's. "What's wrong?"

Laughing weakly, she slammed her hips down with more and more force to compensate for Yukiko's hand stilling as she told her, "Nothing! Mmhh… just d-don't stop! No matter what! Okay?!"

"O-okay!" she breathed, nodding fervently as if this was some kind of official battle command. And she seemed to take her actions just as seriously; the fingers pushed in almost too hard, but it only seemed to wring more pleasure from her already-tortured flesh.

And then Chie came. Which is to say, she knew that this blinding surge of pleasure that almost knocked her off her hands and knees had to be what she saw happen at the end of that video; it couldn't be anything else. Her entire frame shook hard from the sheer force of it, and she distantly felt tears stinging the corners of her eyes. It was an overwhelming religious experience for which she was ill-prepared.

Once she was desperately sucking in breath after breath, head braced against Yukiko's shoulder, the fingers stilled and simply held against her aching warmth. "I… know you said to keep going, n-no matter what, but… it felt like… sh-should I do more?"

"Nhhh… I…" Her throat was so dry now. Was that normal? After a few more tries, she coughed, swallowed, and managed to rasp, "Just… stay… here…"

Yukiko nodded and held her position. The other hand came up and hesitantly started to caress her best friend's back, and when she only got a hum of contentment in response the petting became more firm and certain, soothing up to her hair and then back down. They remained that way until Chie recovered enough to say more.

"Whoa. That was incredible!"

Yukiko's bashful smile was something she could hear rather than see at the moment. "Y-yeah? It was? Then I'm glad I could help you."

"You… mmm, it still feels good…" She shifted her hips against the hand, then sighed. "Don't, um, don't start going again, but like, just hold still? I wanna try something."

"Okay…" And she did as Chie ground against the fingers. "You're so wet… i-is this normal? And I've never touched one of these really, except when I'm washing, but it's… kind of nice. Soft and slick, and… they move more than… I expected…"

Chie shivered when she felt her lower lips being pushed from side to side. "O-ohhhhh, yeah… that's- Yukiko, you really never did this before? You swear?"

"I swear. Not even on myself."

"Wow…" She let out a shaky laugh as she shifted her hips in the opposite direction the fingers moved, to add more sensation. "We could have been doing this for years… can you imagine? Three or four years ago, just going crazy on each other?"

That seemed to alarm her friend. "But we were only children! They don't do these things!"

"Maybe not… at least a year ago, then. That would have been awesome!" Then she drew back, peering down into Yukiko's eyes. "Okay, your turn!"

"Huh?! Oh, but… I thought you were doing more, that you were still enjoying-"

"I am, yeah. But I wanna make you feel this good now; we can worry about taking care of me again some other time." Expression beyond eager, she grinned down at her and waited for her answer.

"Well, I…" She gulped hard and looked away. "I might not feel as good as… you did to me, I'm not… I don't know. But if you're sure you want to try…"

Chie wasted no time in nodding, then kissing her friend delicately on the lips. It didn't last long but was sweet enough that they both sighed afterward. "Yes. I totally want to. Even if you feel like a slimy slug down there-"

"HEY!"

"-I would still want to touch. Because it's Yukiko, y'know?"

Still pursing her lips at the slug comparison, she rolled her eyes before smiling reluctantly. "Well… I suppose that is almost sweet. But I don't know what you want me to… am I supposed to roll over on top of you? Or just stay down here?"

"Stay there. I think that will be easier on you, like, if you don't have to worry about holding yourself up like I just did."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking about that when we got started — that must have been so difficult!" But then Chie was backing up, kneeling over Yukiko's thighs — and displaying a slight dark spot in the crotch of her own boy shorts. "Oh… oh, it's time, isn't it?"

"Yeah. If you want it to be. But if you don't-"

However, Yukiko was already shaking her head. "No, no, I do. I'm really scared, and nervous, and… I'm not sure if I'm ready. But I know I'm ready for it to be you."

Her best friend smiled softly as she leaned down to kiss her hip. "No wonder your shadow wanted to find her Prince Charming so bad. You're such a romantic. Like, how has nobody swept you off your feet before?"

"Maybe I was waiting for the right Prince. And now I have her." Then she whispered, "Was that romantic, too?"

"Definitely. And you're stalling."

"Maybe I…"

But the lips were moving to push into the center of the soft cotton panties a second later, cutting off further maybes. Red; they suited Yukiko perfectly. As did the vaguely sweet scent rolling outward from where Chie had kissed. She wanted so much more… and said scent seemed to at least suggest Yukiko wanted it, too. Even without her words.

"I was right. Red looks great on you."

The only response was a whimper, which got louder when Chie kissed again. She should have known; Yukiko was rather shy under most circumstances. Why should this one be any different — especially when it was much more anxiety-inducing? The junior hostess didn't even have the luxury of already having enjoyed an orgasm before opening herself up to letting someone else assist.

Every kiss made her writhe. Chie couldn't help kissing more in response, breathing in the intoxicating aroma. It didn't take her long to edge the pretty fabric aside and start kissing her directly — the little gasp of shock sending fresh need down between her own thighs. She had thought it might be disgusting, kissing another woman there… but it wasn't much different from normal kissing. Wetter, slicker… and the scent, of course. But not much different otherwise.

"Chie!" she finally panted as the hips began to roll up and against her mouth a little more. Seeking out the pleasure instead of merely letting it assail her. "Yes! Mmmhh… m-my prince…"

Oh. She was really going to call her that now? It definitely didn't do anything to reduce her own reviving urges. At least those made it easier to keep going, to push her tongue in harder with every pass up from the bottom of her perfectly-formed petals to the pink hood above them. Her hand drifted up to caress along them as she took a break to breathe. How they shifted so easily…

"You're beautiful."

"N-no, don't," she begged as she gasped for breath. "Don't look s-so much…"

"Why not? You're really hot."

"But it's dirty… I'm dirty, you shouldn't… shouldn't l-look!"

That embarrassment should have made her concerned for her friend. However… they both knew their feelings. Understood them very clearly after their shadows made delusions impossible to entertain. Now she knew Yukiko was just worried she would offend her with her body, not that she actually wanted her to look away; reassurance was in order, not surrender.

"I gotta look," she countered, kissing the petals again. "You're so pretty, so sweet… down here. So wet for me, huh?"

"Nhh! Don't!" Her thighs twitched as if to close, but stayed open in the end. "I didn't m-mean to be wet!"

Sliding her tongue over the folds, listening to the squeal of joy, Chie paused to lick her lips afterward before she responded. "I know. You can't help it; just like I can't help kissing you when I'm this close. It's okay that you're dripping for me to touch you."

This time, her best friend didn't respond right away. A quick glance upward showed a ruddy face full of lust, with just the tiniest hint of uncertainty. She knew why; she had become bolder. In the pit of her stomach, she was still terrified of making her upset, but being able to tell that she was turning Yukiko on made it possible for her to ignore that fear. To be the confident prince that made her princess a complete mess who needed her touch.

She had learned so much from her shadow. Even if she was an asshole.

"Yuki," she groaned before going back to work on her throbbing clit, tongue sliding around it over and over. Harder, faster — more with her fingers below. She didn't quite penetrate her, because they hadn't talked about that yet, but everything else seemed to be fair game. Her own hips were twitching in the air by now, as if hoping someone would slide in from behind and fulfil her desires a second time while she worked on her best friend.

Girlfriend?

"Chie! I… I think something is…"

"Hmmhh?"

"I think it's my turn! Y-you're going to make me… finish!"

"Is that what you want?" she asked as she finally pulled off, fingers doing all of the work now. "You want me to make you come?"

"Y-yes! Please?"

Chie had been about to do it. To just keep going, listen to this beautiful woman cry out in ecstasy. But hearing 'please' gave her pause. For a second, she couldn't figure out why… but then realised what she wanted. Purely because of what Other-Chie had done, she had a feeling she knew how to make this even better. For both of them.

"Please what?"

"Huh?"

"Say it. I want to hear you say what it is you want."

Eyes wide as dinner plates, Yukiko covered her face with her hands for a moment. Ashamed, trying to shield that feeling from view. "I… I want you to do it!"

"Do what?"

"Chie! Wh-what are you asking me? I want… you to finish me?" That much earned her a pussy-kiss, at least. "A-ah! Will you finish me?"

"Mmm, beg your prince for it," she purred, still kissing at least. But not quite going back to work.

"Beg?! Do you… a-am I not…" Swallowing, she looked away. "Do you… like hearing me beg?"

"It's what I want. To hear how bad you need me." Then she cleared her throat and hastily corrected, "It. How bad you need it."

Too late. Her slip-up made Yukiko smile briefly, eyes watery and chest heaving as her hips began to squirm, desperate to have something between them again. But when she spoke, she was all moans and desperation, just as her sporty girlfriend wanted. "Chie! My Prince, I need you to- nnhhh! -to touch me! I- I'm begging to feel your mouth on me, for you to make me… climax! Will you please?"

The "holy shit" slipped out before she could catch herself. She just hadn't been expecting Yukiko to be so good at it on the first try! Then she kissed her a little harder on the clit, hoping to sweep that under the rug.

It worked like a charm. Instead of teasing her, Yukiko fell deep into the throes of moaning and back arches, hands and feet clenching at the tatami in an attempt to anchor herself. She came with so much force she almost seemed to float above the floor, head thrown all the way back as she screamed Chie's name.

What Chie wasn't prepared for was the slight push of warm fluid against her mouth. She let out an "MM!" but managed to keep from jerking away or other overreactions. It was too thick, and almost made her sick, but she also knew this was the precious proof that her best friend had orgasmed; she couldn't let it go to waste in good conscience. Therefore, she didn't.

"Ohhhh," Yukiko was groaning while Chie still swallowed. "Oh, wow… you… you felt so amazing!"

"Mmmmhh…"

"Can you come up here? I… oh, now I feel empty… is that strange?"

Her prince obeyed. After only a few seconds to breathe, she climbed up along the futon until they were flopped down on their sides, facing each other and feeling their legs overlapping below. It was the closest to another human being Chie had ever felt in her life.

"Wow."

"Y-yeah. Yuki-chan… I, uh…"

Her contented smile didn't vanish, but there was a slight crease between her brow. "What is it?"

"Sorry. About, um… I kinda talked to you funny. At the end there. It seemed like you were into it, but like, I also felt weird telling you to tell me something, or… whatever…"

"Oh, that." She bit her lip for a moment, smiling shyly. "It was really hot."

"HUH?!"

"Shhh! D-don't make me say it again!"

Leaning up on her elbow slightly, she stared down at the embarrassed innkeeper. "You liked that? Really?! But I was acting like you were my… I dunno! Shadow-Yuki instead of Real-Yuki!"

"I can't explain it," she breathed, not meeting Chie's eyes. "It felt… right. The way you did it, anyway. And the way you said it was so you could know how much I need you… well, you already said your shadow was trying to convince you that I needed you to be confident, and you needed me to feel like you had purpose."

"R-right," Chie managed nervously. "Which was all bullshit." But her friend shook her head. "It wasn't?"

"We have to accept our inner selves, remember? I… might not be as bad as Other-Me, but I do crave that attention from you. That protection, a-and… I think…" A quick swallow, and her voice grew quieter, "When you confront the bullies and boys who won't take 'no' for an answer, say things like 'I'm gonna leave footprints all over your face', it gives me goosebumps!"

That made her chuckle, relaxing very slightly. "Why? You want it to be your face instead?"

"Um… no?"

But that didn't sound certain at all. She had only been joking around! Chie blinked a couple of times before asking, "Do you… want me to beat you up?"

"No, no, don't be silly. But… you standing over me… on me, telling me that I'm all yours… sort of like Other-Chie did…"

"Oh. Wow, I- th-that doesn't sound like it's okay…" On the other hand, the look Yukiko was giving her made her want to try. To satisfy both their curiosity. And it looked like her raven-haired companion wasn't quite through.

"Please, Chie-sama?" she begged, brows lifting as she pleaded. "Step on me?"

                                              To Be Continued…

[dynespark]

Time for my review of the new issue. Lost Light #5 this week. Gonna put it under the cut as there’s a certain development which will trouble some readers.

I feel like Roberts has split the plot too thin. He split it when the mutiny happened into retaking the LL and searching for the Knights. He split it again when they were shunted into the Functionist Universe and split the party between Cybertron and Necroworld. And then again between two groups on Cybertron and three on Necroworld. He’s juggled so many plots lately that even though something has happened it feels like almost nothing has. He ended on one cliffhanger instead of three this time so progress I guess? So Rung’s purpose was revealed and was nothing I expected. He’s a father to possibly every constructed cold cybertronian in his home universe self has no recollection of it. I suspect shadowplay. His crystals hold Sparks and looks quite similar in material to the Matrix. Given their similar attributes I believe the Matrix is more or less a faceted gem made of the same crystals Rung can produce. I’m not sure how this plays into Vector Sigma, but hopefully we’ll find out why a birth method other than hot spots exists. 

 Both Megatron and Cyclonus are given good development this issue. No complaints on the way those characters have been treated this issue. 

 Now on to the issue that will upset some readers. Lug was a hallucination. Her name was not on the monument and they have video proof of Anode being the only one in her pod. That said…Lug may still be alive. I find it odd that Censere could save one but not the other. Whirl crushed Killmaster’s head and he saved him. The unborn protoform was completely undamaged. This leads me to believe that the Decepticon pursuing Anode and Lug was destroyed, Anode protected Lug from any lethal effects of the backblast with her own body, and Censere left Lug on Luna-2 knocked out. The only way to put to rest Schrodinger’s Lug is to scour Necroworld for Lug’s statue or her plinth. 

 Now lastly we get to the part of the issue where I think is just stupid. You can see it in the pic I posted. They have a way to get back to their home universe but the clock is ticking down. They need the teleporter from Luna-2 to get back. Rung wants to blow it up to “set the Functionist Council back years” and he’s willing fight Rodimus to make that happen. A fight that even had he not undergone a year of torture he wouldn’t win. The answer to all their problems is staring him in the face. Rewind should have captured the entire assault on Vector Sigma. Broadcast that to Cybertron and you’ve got the sentiment to start a revolution against Functionism itself. Luna-2 needs a way to travel from planet to planet and it disappeared in their home universe. This means it’s most likely already capable of teleportation naturally. They teleport it INSIDE Necroworld and go home. The Functionists have no superweapon and a populace ready to lay waste to the society they have forged. 

 All said it was a decent issue. Better than his previous issues this arc, but then again he’s near the end of it. One more issue at the end of the month and this arc is over. I am really hoping he’s not going to continue his trend of putting Rodimus in the “wrong” and had him painted up in what is essentially Decepticon purple just so he can drive that home with a hammer…